A brief one shot starring my favorite GoT's character, please enjoy my friends.


The ship swayed in the sea's current, the sails ruffled in the wind, and Arya Stark stood in silent vigil, watching the approach of White Harbor in half focused disdain.

She had added many names to her prayer, removed just as many by her own hand or by the hands of others, it didn't matter who brought the gift to them. Death was given to those who earned it eventually, you couldn't run from it forever, you could never avoid it. Death was life's ever vigil constant.

Death was, after a fashion, honest.

Death claimed everyone at some point, Death would always take his token, Death would always claim what was his.

Why everyone ran from him like scared rats was beyond Arya, Death was her friend, her constant companion, her mentor, tutor, and best friend.

Death never lied, he told you he was coming, he told you he would hold you in his embrace, and people had the audacity to pretend they were surprised when Death met them with open arms.

People were, at their core, delusional fools.

She loved Death, as he loved her, because she didn't lie to herself.

Everyone was going to die.

It didn't matter how you were born, how you were raised, how you lived your life.

You were going to die eventually, so why make such a fuss about it when it all ended?

True she had no intention of dying any time soon, she had plans to put into play, she had to birth a few children to ensure the Stark's didn't die out this generation yes, but she wasn't scared of Death.

Death was a constant, Death was truth, Death was inevitable, so why not befriend him, the one man everyone has to meet some day?

"They're pathetic, you know that right?" The slightly transparent figure in black clothes shrugged slightly as he stared at the approaching coast with a bored air about him.

"No, they're not pathetic little wolf, they're just blind, not many can see the world the way you do. Most, almost all of them really, can't observe the truth and accept it the way you do."

She snorted at that while shrugging, "Not my fault they latch onto stories and fairy tales like they are fact, I'm willing to face the assassin's blade in the dead of night, what about them?"

Death stared at her a moment before shrugging once again, "Most people aren't as honest as you Arya...most people are cowards... Tell me...who is your first kill going to be once we dock?"

She was silent for a time, but eventually she spoke, "Do you mean the first man I kill when my feet touch soil, or the first man on my list?"

Death tilted his head to the side and smiled blandly, "Your list, of course, everyone else is inconsequential."

Arya smirked and nodded, "Walder Frey, the one who orchestrated the Red Wedding..." Death smirked as she had while he stared out at the quickly approaching docks.

"Good choice..." With that he faded away as the young woman hopped off the ships deck to the solid dock, cold murder burning in her dark eyes.

"Valar morghulis," she whispered as she quickly shuffled into the pressing crowd. Tonight, no one would die, Death's hand had to sleep after all, tomorrow though?

Death leaned against the post he found himself by smiling lightly, "Valar dohaeris..."